Tuesday, April 9, 2013

I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night;dreaming evil, I have done my hitchover the plain houses, light by light:lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.A woman like that is not a woman, quite.I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,closets, silks, innumerable goods;fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:whining, rearranging the disaligned.A woman like that is misunderstood.I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,waved my nude arms at villages going by,learning the last bright routes, survivorwhere your flames still bite my thighand my ribs crack where your wheels wind.A woman like that is not ashamed to die.I have been her kind.

About Me

Abha Iyengar is a widely published freelance author, poet, editor and scriptwriter. Her work has appeared in anthologies and journals in India and other countries like U.K., U.S.A, Algeria, France etc. She has produced a poem film titled 'Parwaaz' which has won a special jury prize(Greece).Her published works are Yearnings (Serene Woods, 2010), Shrayan (Blue Pumpkin, 2012), Flash Bites (Authorspress, 2013), Many Fish to Fry (Pure Slush, 2014), and The Gourd Seller and Other Stories ( Kitaab, 2015).